Day Twelve, NaPoWriMo

At the Poetry Reading
(after Billy Collins)

Listening to his poems
and to the audience
laughing and giving that
singular sound of recognition,
I wanted someone to
read my poems so I
could hear that inhalation.
After, he took questions.
He said he searched for the
ending while he wrote
I noted that he mentioned
using pencils,
several times in fact,
but not what brand,
and I couldn’t bring
myself to ask.
He dispensed courage to
the roomful of folks —
poets and readers —
keeping a share to
take home in his pocket.

Mom and I leaving Palmer House this morning after hearing Billy Collins read his poetry last night.

Breakfast at the Blue Benn in Bennington:

and waiting for me at home, reassurance that it is truly spring:

Altan – St. Patrick’s Eve

Last night Mom and I headed up to the Troy Savings Bank Music Hall to enjoy the great music of Altan. They are a wonderful band and put on a good show and they had a very appreciative audience. I had downloaded their new album on the night it was released and enjoyed the live mix of new and old, with explanations as to where it had all come from. Also, that we could imagine what we wanted any of the gaelic language songs to be about, rather than the sad tragedies they usually memorialize.

Next up, Billy Collins reading in Manchester VT in April.